Out of the corner of my eye, I stepped on the muddy ground and walked slowly towards the flower field not far away.
Behind her, there was endless blood everywhere.
Killing cannot solve the problem, but it can solve the problem and is the best way to deal with evil.
It's a pity that even though the red color is extremely rich, it still can't make her feel warm.
But we can do something with this land.
Blood seeped into the ground, making the already damp land even muddy.
Every time I took a step forward, there was a sticky tearing sound under my feet.
After a while, we arrived next to the flower field.
These flower fields were all enclosed with barbed wire, and they obviously belonged to different forces.
The flowers inside have bloomed, and the delicate corollas are swaying gently in the wind, gorgeous and gorgeous.
Out of the corner of his eye, he lowered his head and looked at the figure that was cut in half but still crawling forward unyieldingly: "Borrow me a fire!"
Then, without waiting for the other party to answer, he directly grabbed the incendiary bomb behind the other party, lit it, and threw it out.
Although it is illegal to burn mountains, it also depends on what kind of mountain it is!
Fresh plants are not easy to burn, but the adhesion of incendiary bombs is extremely strong. Soon, the nearby flower fields were wrapped in a sea of flames, and thick smoke billowed up.
08, who had just finished browsing the relevant information, called Yu Guang nervously: "Host, your fever will make many people addicted."
Looking at the direction of the wind with a smile from the corner of his eye: "It doesn't matter, you have to resist the bitter fruits you sow."
The people living on this land have regarded this thing as a major cash crop. Since it is a bitter fruit planted by oneself, of course it is better to taste it yourself.
She never believed in the theory of innocence, just like she didn't believe that there was uncontaminated water in a water glass dripped with ink.
08 was silent again. After traveling through so many worlds, he thought that the host had become somewhat humane, but unexpectedly, he once again saw the indifference to human life from the host.
It really scared him!
Thousands of acres of flower fields were quickly burned out, and another rumble was heard in Yu Guang's ears. He heard the roar of a helicopter. Yu Guang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and it was just the right time.
Country D is divided into east and west regions. The eastern region is under the jurisdiction of the government, and the western region is divided by warlords. It seems to be divided, but in fact the two sides have been closely connected in private.
Even the Western District has been providing financial support to the Eastern District to feed the Eastern District's troops.
It is precisely because of this that the East District remains blind to the affairs of the West District.
To the outside world, they spread their hands like white lotus flowers, showing their powerlessness.
This state has been maintained for a long time, and they thought it would continue forever, but they have encountered trouble recently.
The leaders of the East District have not contacted the warlords of the West District for several days, not just one or two warlord leaders, but all of them.
This situation has lasted for nearly half a month.
They had heard the sound of artillery fire over there before, but the movement there was always quite loud, so everyone just pretended that nothing happened.
The sound of fighting lasted for several days, as the warlords were thought to be vying for profit, and nearby residents moved away fearing they would be implicated.
Fortunately, the movement disappeared within three or four days, and since then, someone has been reinforcing the protective wall at the junction of the east and west districts.
But what really makes the leader of the East District anxious is not these, but his complete inability to get any news from the West District.
None of the hidden piles previously buried in the West District could be contacted, and the West District had completely escaped his control.
This situation made him quite uneasy, and he wished he could go and see for himself.
It's not that he doesn't want to see it, it's just that there are people working there every day on the other side of the protective wall. It looks like something like a thin thread is wrapped around the original barbed wire.
Then a strange small box was installed, and these small boxes were packed quite densely.
Although I was curious about what it was for, the person responsible for the investigation couldn't get any information at all.
The reason is that these are deaf-mute people who are illiterate, and they are also the kind of poor people who are "deaf-mute".
Although the condition of their ears cannot be seen, their tongues have been violently removed.
These people are busy day and night inside the protective wall, and a group of people is replaced every 12 hours.
Except for taking turns to eat and go to the bathroom, they never leave the protective wall.
But strangely, the people responsible for the investigation did not find any difference between these protective walls and the previous ones.
It's just that after being entangled with those silk threads, the original wire looks thicker than before.
However, a spy discovered some important information. He found a tattoo symbol belonging to a certain warlord faction on a deaf-mute man.
This discovery made everyone start to pay attention to other workers, and sure enough, some related marks were found on these people.
This discovery was a huge breakthrough for them, even if someone tried to communicate with them in order to get more information.
Most people ignored his overtures, but after his unremitting efforts, someone finally responded to him and made a sign for help.
Feeling that he had finally obtained valid information, the spy was about to be happy when he saw a man next to him suddenly rush over and hit the man on the head with a stone in his hand.
Upon noticing this man's movements, several people nearby also quickly gathered around. Someone was holding a strange box and shaking it towards the man who was not moving on the ground, and who was trying to communicate with the man.
If the box wasn't so weird, the spies would have thought it was a camera.
Since he didn't know what these people were doing, the spies had to find a hidden place to hide and quietly observe what was going on here.
Near noon, the food truck finally came up the mountain.
When the spies found these people, they dragged the beaten man to the side of the truck with a fawning look on his face and gave him all the boxes in his hands.
The man turned around and put the box on the truck. He didn't know what he did. About five or six minutes later, he took out a large incubator from the truck and gave each of these people a roast duck?
Seeing these people devouring food, the spy couldn't help but feel chills in his heart. He knew that the Western District was brutal, but only by actually seeing it did he know how bloody it was.
In their eyes, human life is not as good as a roasted duck.
The visual impact is so impressive!
After hearing what happened here, other spies also took action. They tried to communicate with the people on the other side of the protective wall.
Sure enough, we encountered the same situation, only this time, what the others got was not roast duck, but a whole pork knuckle.
After roughly understanding similar situations, the spies had a new plan.
They took advantage of the dark and windy night to drag one of the workers out of the protective wall, intending to steal the worker back to their own territory and then inquire about the situation.
But after walking less than ten meters, the man exploded on the spot.
Of the three spies, except for the one who was at the back and was responsible for covering, he was seriously injured by the explosion. The other two were blown to pieces together with the workers, and they couldn't even fight together.
